Saturday, May 26, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Mr. Bear got to go down to the garden for the photo shoot - yes it's spring! Can you see that I'm very proud of my little garden...? I did a variation on the upside down daisy from Susan B. Anderson's itty-bitty hats.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Yesterday I got together with some friends and colleagues to prepare for some mosaique workshops we are going to offer in Germany and the UK. As some of them are not singers, I was taking them through a vocal workshop, so they would know what to expect, and I thought again what an amazing privilege it is to do what I love best :)
Friday, May 18, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
The day started with a drive to Birmingham for the rehearsal. When I arrived, I was shown the most amazing dressing room (MY own dressing room with MY name on the door!) I had a piano all to myself, a sofa, dressing table and - a private bathroom with shower and towels! I've had several dressing rooms over the years, but none of them ever had a private bathroom...
The performance went well. The sleeves that were sown onto my dress by my friend S. stayed in place (she made almost 10 different sleeves until they fit perfectly) - even when I hugged the concert master in the interval after our Solo in Laudamus Te. The biggest problem proved to be a glass of water under my chair - courtesy of stage management. Every time I sat down I thought I'd knock it over (I'm the kind of person who might just end up with a soaking wet dress on stage....).
So, looking at the picture made me realise that there had been a time when I thought I would never go out and perform again. Not because of a personal choice or ugly voice or lack of discipline or bad teachers - but because of illness.
Two weeks after the performance in Birmingham I celebrated my 12th birthday of my 'second' life. Exactly 12 years before to the day I was literally quite ready to leave this world. I had lost everything I thought counted in life: I had lost my health, I was almost unable to leave bed without help, I lived on boiled carrots and apples for months (all other food would lead to massive gastrointestinal problems - therefore I had the amazing weight of 42kg, being 170cm tall), I was in constant pain and could hardly sleep. I couldn't work, couldn't go to university, couldn't do the performances I was booked for. I had lost almost all of my friends and lived with my parents as I needed to be looked after. I had a very hard time not to loose all of my dignity with all the doctors examining me and medical tests I went through. I was 24 and life as such as I imagined it was no more.
That first day of my 'new life', despite being my lowest point, was also the day where I got the first medicine that worked (otherwise this day wouldn't have been worth remembering as 'second' birthday). While I'm writing this I remember glaring at the glass bottle with the medicine, trying to figure out whether or not to take it. It sounds pretty strange, but the thing was: I just knew this medicine would work. I had heard other people talk in the waiting room of the specialist. I had heard them talking about symptoms that I had - though less dramatic than mine - and they were starting to get better. There was a real chance. I knew this - what I didn't know was if I wanted the fight back to life. Would I have enough strength to do it? I have no idea how long I sat there thinking and looking at the flowers that our neighbour had just planted the day before. What made me make my mind up? Actually, those flowers and my family. My parents, who had always given everything we really wanted to me and my sister. Even if this was my last chance to survive, I owed it to them. So I did take the medicine. I come from a stubborn family.
I didn't talk much about being ill in those years. This is partly because it was a too emotional subject, partly because a singer who is known to have been sick for a long time isn't very likely to get job (he/she is considered as a hazard), partly because I was sick of people's reactions when I explained what I had. I have CFS due to a viral infection which was wrongly diagnosed.
When we started the blog I knew all along I wanted to write about illness and survival (and G. always encouraged me to do this), but I didn't want to admit what I have. People with 'serious' illness make it back into life and everyone is amazed about their positive attitude and their success. CFS people don't get this benefit: there is lots of prejudice that it's 'all in your mind' and worse, 'you're probably responsible for your illness, you have no will power, no positive attitude, no drive for life'. You should just rest for a while or have a good night's sleep and all would be better. Well, not quite.
Why did I change my mind? I watched a US TV spot about CFS this morning and remembered how my life was before getting medication that helped. For months I have been listening to knitting podcasts saying we need to raise our voice if we don't like some things (like wool with knots, and by the way: I hate that too!) and want to make a difference to the world. So why not make my voice heard about something that has completely changed my life? It might not make much difference, but it might just give one person some hope and then it was worth all the trouble. Besides, I want to see the person with none of the above troubles go out on the platform of a 2500 people auditorium and perform as a soloist....
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
Here are the Daisy Hat and the Rosebud Hat (from itty-bitty hats by Susan B. Anderson) for Baby A. born on March 14th to my lovely English/German friends who moved from London to Dresden last year.
Monday, May 7, 2007
To everyone else, have a lovely week and never mind that Monday feeling!
Friday, May 4, 2007
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
I know it happened last week, but I didn't have a blog to post it then! The vocal group mosaïque that G and I run, also runs an education programme in Germany. For the second year in a row we have made it into the finals in the prestigious National Competition "Kinder zum Olmyp" (children to the Olympus) run by the Kulturstiftung Deutscher Länder and Deutsche Bank.
Both of our 2006 programmes Dreams in Opera and OCSI (Opera CSI) have been chosen amongst 800 applications. Last year we were the only independent music group which made it into the finals! I'm very proud of this and of our wonderful team of 2006. Thank you guys again for all your enthusiasm, help and ideas which helped to carry this programme! I know it's not easy work, but we definitely made a difference in the life of the kids who participated.
For those of you who want to have a look at what we did in 2005, have a look at the "Kinder zum Olymp" website here and here. Sorry these are in German, but you can have look at the pictures...
I have doubled the pattern, as I am working with a much finer SeaSilk yarn. Lots of fun! I think M will chat a bit more about music very soon. Until then - have a great day!